Your Mand'alor beckons (Page 1 of 16)

((I hope this is good enough ))

Name: Solus
Gender: Female
Rank: CMO
Armor Color: Blue with black trim.
Weapon: Blaster Pistols (Similar to Jango's)
2nd Weapon: Vibrosword
Personality: Outwardly, she's irratable and cranky, but inwardly she very caring and protective especially when it comes to her patients.

Solus walked into the cantina, off duty for the day. She walked over to the bar and sat down on a stool, observing the other patrons. The bartender, seeming to know what she wanted, sat a Corrilian Ale in front of her. Pulling off her helmet and setting it on the stool next to her, she nodded a thanks and accepted the drink. As she looked around the cantina she noticed a fellow Mandalorian sitting in the corner. Smiling to herself, she raised the drink to her lips, feeling better that there was at least another Mandalorian in this place.

((I gave her weak weapons because she's a Medic, and they usually don't carry very powerful arms. Thanks for the list though.))

Although happy that the Madalorian noticed her, she still had a reputation to uphold. She turned to him, amber eyes narrowing as she set her drink down.

"Me'copaani?" She asked in a not too friendly tone.

((Me'copaani-What do you want?))

((Here's the Mando'a dictionary I used: http://www.starwars.com/eu/lit/novel/f2 … nguage.pdf
And here's Jango's Guns: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Westar-3 … an_blaster ))

Solus glared at him. "Yeah, I was a Field Medic back then. I graduated to CMO since then. That doesn't mean that I'm beneath fighting. I'm still Madalorian, even though I'm healer." She told him, her voice accented and rough, sounding as though she had been yelling all day.

"Oh, and call me Solus...boy." She added with a sneer.

((Oh and just so you know, CMO stands for Chief Medical Officer))

She noticed the damage to his face and the phrase engrained in his bone. The medic in her wanted to fix it,  but she knew it was unfixable.

She blinked once, pushing her thoughts back. "You tell me first, which did you represent?" She asked, not wanting to say anything until he did.

((Quick question: When does this take place? During Boba's reign as Mandalore or before?))

"Same here, my clan disbanded right after Malachore. Haven't seen them since." She looked over at him. "Yeah, and that defeat cost us many lives. I should know, I lost many good soilders, but at least I gave those lost causes an honorable death. They died by my hand, and not some Jetiitse."

(Thanks.  You should join in.)

:The thought of his fellows dying at the hands of the likes of Revan would always make him sick, as would the memory of his own scars, the droid components in his face and arm that were a permanent memorial to Revan's prowess.  He'd killed more than his share of Jedi, both during and after the war, though none of them was Revan's equal.:

"You would rather your warriors die at the hands of their leader than find glory in the fire?  I lost all of mine, to the last man at Malchor, to the hands of Revan himself.  All of them died honorably in combat, facing an opponent most can never dream of.  Why deny your own that?"

:His voice became less harsh for a moment, a difficult thing to do with his years of war.:

"My eternal shame is that I faced him, lost, and failed to die.  No other is worthy of killing me, can send me on with as much honor."

"Lowly Jetii?  From my experience, the jetii are warriors to be respected, more so than the rank-and-file scum the republic used during the wars.  Death by lightsaber, Jedi or Sith, in combat, to me is an honorable death.  I won't judge, my right to do so is long gone, but it seems they may have been deprived of that."

:Raj'el removed the tube-liek metallic object from under his pack.  H ekept it as a memorial, never to forget that few could weild it, and anyone who did was worth fighting.  He thumbed the ignition, and the lighsaber thrummed to life, scarlet red in the low light of the cantina.:

"This belonged to one of Revan's fallen jedi.  He killed more than enough, brought himself honor.  I watched him cut down three of my men, before my vibroblade killed him.  I've got as many scars from this as from Revan.  I dare you to try to wield it.  I'll give it to you now if you think you can."

:He'd seen more than one cocky young Mando'a cut himself to pieces on the white hot edge of this lightsaber's weightless blade.  Steel was the only thing he held stock by.  If you needed the force to use a lightsaber, who needed one?:

Solus took it, examining the blade. "Ah, A Sith lightsaber. Worthy warriors the Sith." She lit the blade, spinning it in a graceful arc. "Nice build. Light, yet deadly." She killed the blade, handing it back. "You keep it. You earned the honor, not me."

((She hates Jedi but likes Sith, being the typical Mando she is.)

(No worries dude.  This one doesn't need all the complicated Bio stats, though they help.  Mando'a or something esle.  All are welcome.)

(All weapons predating the Galactic Civil War [clone wars or earlier] are acceptable, as are all armor types and spacecraft.  Feel free to post.  Were in the Taris Upper City Cantina.  The Arena is Open for casual duels, though they won't be stroyline in most cases.)

:Raj-el returned the lightsaber to it's place.  He wielded it rarely, and to see one of the mando'ade weild it so skillfully shocked him.  He could no longer question her prowess if he wanted, though.  He turned to the newcomer, not hostile, but the shame of past remembrance forgotten for the moment.  His droid eye hummed and hissed, looking over the new one, this younger Mandalorian, wondering what he was doing here.  Two Mando'a in one night?  He caught sight of the modded E-5, similar to his own, and forced back a smile.  They were good weapons.:

"If you'd been here a minute ago you'd have heard the sob story.  Why does the blade interest you?"

(back.  Anyone else want to join in?)

He stands still, almost too still, like some sort of empty suit of armor.  He speaks with little emotion.

"Never fought a Jedi or Sith myself, seen many good soldiers die at their hands ...."  He trails off.

"Now, be nice. We don't want to anger a fellow Mando now do we?" Solus cut in, looking over the newcomer with a skilled eye. "It's obvious he hasn't seen much action, but he's still young. He'll get his chance."

"Now, answer his question. What's the name burc'ya?"